My name was Bill Wilson as I walked the high clifts with Rachel my wife of five years. Today we had come to Pleasure Island Park for a one day adventure. I purchased a picnic basket, bottle of fine wine and a map to a place of peace.
As we walked the craggy rocks I spoke of our future and plans for the two of us. At last a flat spot with a wrenched and weather beaten tree as shade. We both agreed it was a spot to fine peace on earth for an afternoon.
Opening out lunch basket, on top was a blanket which I spread over the ground. Next came dishes, glassware, and the great smelling food.
As we ate the view of an ocean gave such a peaceful surrounding that we both fell to sleep.
Whether it was the wine or the food, I drempt of an awful scene.
I saw us toasting the wine and laughing, enjoying the moment. Then we heard the cry for help from the beach below. A boy was injured and cried for help. I looked up and down the vast beach and so no other help.
I told Rachel to stay put but she was always a woman to make up her own mind. So down the cliff we climbed to reach the beach and the boy below.
Our climb was rather simple as we found foothold after foothold, till we reached a flat area just above the beach. In a crag between two massive rocks was the voice begging for help.
I stepped over and then stopped. I saw wild red eyes looking at me from the face of a about ten year old boy. Boy he was not, facial yes but ears and hair were those of a bovine animal. His foot long horns were caught in the crag of the two greaat rocks. Unable to free himself either by brut strength, or human thought he was crying and stuck.
"Do you understand me, I'll try to help free you, I asked slowly?"
A smile came over his black lips as he answered. "Please I'm caught!"
I stepped over and touched his horns. I moved the well stuck horns forward and up. Inching alone till with a snap and grinding sound he was at last free of the rock.
"Thank you sir, I was stuck and if high tide came in tonight I would have drown."
Rachel wide eyed and even myself were still viewing this boylike creature. Black hair covered him from head to hooves. Ears, horns, and the back of his head like those of a young bull. He had one thick strong neck. A heavy chest of bullish muscle. Arms that were human with palms but little hooflets on each finger.
Rachel was looking but I could see her attentions were a little lower than mine. The boy's waist was human but there is where all humanity stopped. His male parts had a bull's sheath attached to his lower belly. A pair of oval testicles hung in a black furred sack down to his hocks. Legs and feet were all bovine in form down to his large cloven hooves.
Rachel stared and the boy saw here preoccupied look and stepped close to her. "My lady I see you are tempted by the sexual parts, would you like to touch me? I would enjoy you touch!"
Before I could say anything Rachel reached both hands and surrounded the end of his black furry sheath. She stroked hear hand down the length of his hairy sheath as the boy closed his eyes and drank in the feelings.
I was dumbfounded as I saw his bull cock rise out into the air. Even more surprised as I saw Rachel lower her head and mouth his red shaft.
He started the sway in pleasure as Rachel began to suck on him like he was a thick milkshake. By this time Rachel was hugging the bullboy's waist and showing a wild passion.
To my amazement I just stood and watched.
I could see the large testicle twitch and move. Then Rachels cheeks pushed out round as a surge filled her mouth. Rachel swallowed it! and Then he came again and again, each time she swallowed his load.
He looked at me and smiled, "Your next!"